My legs tightened and my toes began to curl as my orgasm began to build deeper and deeper. Suddenly it happened. ‘BONG,’ The clock began to chime....I began to have feelings and sensations I never experienced before in my lift. My husband was fucking me and my thoughts were of the antique grandfather clock downstairs. I began to see weird things. It was as if I was looking at the painting on the clock, only the patterns on the paint were moving. As the clock continued to chime I came harder than. His thoughtwas that he was such a wimp that he couldn't help anyone, not evenhimself, and not only a wimp but a fool, not realizing the womenwould be codependent on the man so his plan to get her free wasworthless. He was also concerned that he would have an obviousblack eye when he gave his presentation. God what a mess he hadmade of things. No wonder no woman was interested in him.Finally, at about 1 AM, Brian fell into a troubled sleep. Hedreamed of being chased down a hallway and. He walked down to the living room, his heart beating hard with a faint hope. Maybe she had finally done it.She sat in the lotus position, in front of a lit brazier, tendrils of aromatic smoke twirling in front of her, oblivious to his arrival. He stared at her, unwilling to break her trance. He watched her for a long time, trying to etch her features, her body into his memory.She opened her eyes.As soon as she saw him she struggled to get on her knees, a bit stiffly after sitting for so long in. I look at you a little confused and you point toward the handle bars. Smiling widely at me as the confusion wanes from my face and is replaced by surprise. Tonight, really Master? I smile eagerly. You shrugged and smiled at me softly,Maybe my pet. It depends, can you get me stiff again, if so well try. pulling me into to shower you close the curtain around us. The feel of the hot water, heaven on my muscles after such a long flight then so much pleasure. I get on my knees and suck your cock,.